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The Preacher Lyrics

My part of Broadway's b**pin'
Karachi taught me one thing if you're gonna die for something b*** down on the gun stop frontin
I'm gettin bruised and battered just like Mick said,
Manhattan just when I thought if mattered up jump from the cut.
My pastor
My heart is filled with pain New York city just ain't the same
My only company is all you players but I hate the games.

The buildings skew my view
it's gotta get to you just when I thought it thru there oh so many variables
Downtown don't give a f*** They think you're all stuck op
They ain't got the dough to duck they ain't got no time to see the preacher.
Hate the games
The buildings skew my view it's gotta get to you just
When I thought it thru there oh so many variables downtown
Don't give a f*** they think you're all stuck up
They aint got the dough to duck they aint got no time to see the preacher.

My heart is filled with pain New York city just ain't the same
My only company is all you players but I hate the games.
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